Letter from Tom Lutz, Chair of Creative Writing at UCR

“Thirty years ago UC received 9% of the state budget and prisons 3%. Now UC gets 3% and the prison-industrial complex gets 9%.” This disparity in budgeting shouldn’t be happening. Read on.

Dear colleagues and students,

After a year and a half as Chair of the department, I am stepping down.  Professor Andrew Winer will be taking my place, for which we should all be grateful.

As my last act as Chair, I would like to share with you my sense of the gravity of the situation we face.  I spent most of my academic career doing what most of us do—teaching, writing, reading graduate applications and theses, having office hours, reading in my field, doing research.  I didn’t pay much attention to the University and its administration.  None of us have that luxury anymore.  Budget cuts after budget cuts after budget cuts have left us all painfully aware of how the sausage is made, or not made.

Having served in administrative posts for most of the last five years, I have come to know the budget issues very well.  We are now past the tipping point.  We are on a rapid downhill slide that will have profound effects for our state, our families, our country, and our world.

In the space of less than a single lifetime, the University of California, Riverside went from being a small agricultural experiment station to being one of the top 100 universities in the world.  An incredibly dense and elaborate web of specialists across all fields of scholarship, science, and the arts was developed, and it took enormous efforts by thousands of people over those years to make it happen.  In less than the four years it used to take to graduate, it is being destroyed.

Our department is a great example of the breadth of vision and dogged effort that has made Riverside the exceptional place it has been.  There are other creative writing programs in the country, but not a single one anywhere with the range across genres and fields, with the breadth of knowledge in world literatures, with the diversity of voices, methods, and styles that we have.  And there is not another creative writing program anywhere—and certainly none with our caliber of professors—that is more truly dedicated to its pedagogical mission at every level.  The faculty at Princeton is perhaps a bit more famous, but undergraduates there never meet them, much less have access to them in, before, and after class.  I have now taught at every kind of school—fancy elite universities, small colleges, Big 10 universities, art schools, and universities abroad.  I have never been part of a faculty this student-centered, this concerned about the educational experience and future prospects of its undergraduate and graduate students.

Three years ago I was offered a job at USC, which is much closer to my house, more prestigious as an academic address, and was offering me more money.  UCR worked hard and did the best it could to match the salary and I stayed.  I stayed because I wanted to be part of this project, I wanted to teach a student body that is over 85% first-generation college students, that comes not from the richest families in California but some of the poorest, a group of students that have a much greater likelihood than not of coming from immigrant families and from families that speak more than English.  I wanted to remain part of one of the greatest democratic experiments in history, and certainly one of the few greatest experiments in public education in the history of the human race, the University of California.

If I got that offer today, though, I’m not sure I could turn it down, and in fact, many people are not turning down outside offers these days.  There are people who have taught here for more than twenty years considering going somewhere else, somewhere the future is a bit more certain.  These are people who are the best in their field—you don’t get such offers unless someone thinks you are among the best in your field—and UCR, and the educational experience at UCR, is diminished each time this happens, each time one of the best of our best leaves for a better job.  We can’t blame them—they have kids of their own to put through college, they have research projects that require funding, they know that to teach the most complex subjects effectively, they need to run seminars with 15 students sitting around the table, not 150.

The budget cuts of recent years and the ones we know for certain are coming next year mean a gross deterioration of our school.  Those faculty who leave for better jobs are not being replaced.  Many of you know Yvonne Howard, who has been the chief administrator for our department since it was founded.  This year her job was unceremoniously terminated.  Staff people and faculty who retire are not being replaced.  Next year students at UCR will have trouble getting the classes they need, and many of the classes they get will be crowded beyond responsible limits.  Departments are being forced to abandon optimal class-size limits for classes two, three, and five times that size.   The library has virtually stopped buying books.  We are on a race to become a mediocre university at best, and if the $500 million of proposed cuts to UC turn into a billion dollars, as they are now discussing in Sacramento, we will be over.  The billion dollar cut translates into thousands of classes across the system.  It means creative writing workshops with 50 students.  It means we will cease to be a real university, and will simply become another community-college-level institution. Then, maybe, after a few years, with tuition at $25,000 or $30,000 a year, we can begin the slow build back into a real university.

Why is this happening?  Political demagoguery and corruption.  Thirty years ago UC received 9% of the state budget and prisons 3%.  Now UC gets 3% and the prison-industrial complex gets 9%.  The legislature is taking the money that should be used to educate the best of its citizens and using it to enrich the people who make a profit from the imprisoning the poorest.  The percentage of the cost of higher education provided by the state has been cut in half, cut in half again, and is on the verge of getting cut in half a third time.  The people in the legislature understand the value of public higher education—the vast majority of them have degrees from our state system, and many of them have multiple degrees—all made possible by the legislators who preceded them and had more courage.  They do not protect the University for a very simple reason:  because they risk a flow of conservative attacks and Tea Party racism if they stick up for anything that is directly devoted to the commonweal.

In my darkest moments, I think the monied interests working against reasonable taxation are doing so because they consciously, actively seek to make sure we do not have an informed, educated citizenry, the better to extract our collective labor and wealth unimpeded.  But such intentionality isn’t necessary.  Simple, short-sighted, grab-it-now, bottom-line greed explains their destruction of our culture, without recourse to any dystopian conspiracies.

The only thing that has a chance of turning this devastation around is student activism.  We in higher education cannot spend millions of dollars on campaign contributions the way the prison profiteers or the medical and insurance and aerospace industries do, so we need to find other ways to provide a political counterweight.  We need to make our voices heard.  For your students, your own self-interest should be the catalyst, as you will, no matter what happens this year, have trouble finding the classes you need, much less than the ones you want, and the chance you will graduate in a reasonable amount of time is already gone. But you should also think of what this means for your families, your neighbors, your friends, your own kids when they come of age.  And think what it means if California reduces its higher education budget to the levels of Missouri or West Virginia—we will become like those places.  Because of its education system, a system that, until just a few years ago, has always been considered the best in the country, California has been among the most innovative and significant literary and cultural centers in the country, and because of this education system, too, California has been the economic powerhouse it has been—1000 research and development companies a year are formed out of the UC system, for instance, and four UC inventions a week are presented to the patent office.   We had the best educational system because we were willing to pay for it, and our expenditures were among the highest in the nation, too. In a few short years we have dropped into the middle in state spending, and we are fast falling even farther.  Only a political movement strong enough to buck the corporate money determining our tax policy can change this downward spiral.  Only you can make that happen.

We have been told, from the top, not to expect a return to ‘the glory days.’  This year was not the glory days.  This year we already have discussion sections that are not discussions, fewer classes, an exploded faculty:student ratio; we are very far from the glory days.  Now that either 500 million or 1 billion more dollars are getting yanked out of the system, your favorite lecturer will be gone.  The class you wanted won’t exist anymore.  Your student advisor will have 800 or 1000 students to advise instead of the 300 we all agreed was an absolute maximum two short years ago.  This is the end of quality.  And why?  Because a few very wealthy people are protecting their wealth from taxes, taxes considered reasonable not only everywhere else in the developed world, but considered reasonable in America until the last 20 years.

I hope you get angry.  I hope you get active. Call and write your legislators, get out in the streets, take back your university, don’t let yourselves be the last people to have even this chance.

— Tom Lutz

Professor and Chair, Department of Creative Writing

I don’t live in the great State of California any longer, and I did not graduate from the great University of California. I graduated from the private university across town (the great USC), a world renowned institution that has an immense and amazing backing from their alumni and countless of giving donors. I had the luxury to work one-on-one with bigger-than-life literary rockstars, like Aimee Bender and Percival Everett. Percival, a true gentleman, bought me coffee before class a few times, and Bender, as sweet as she is, always had her door open for me whenever I needed to talk (and talk about more things than just literary fiction and craft). I was lucky enough to attend an amazing university where the classes were still sized at 15 students or less. I was lucky enough to even be noticed by my professors, me, a soft-voiced Filipina restricted by her small, childlike body. I was, indeed, lucky.

But, I could not, and I repeat this, could not, have gotten to where I am today without the help of California’s public education system. I went to an elementary school and high school where the class size was 40 students minimum. Let me say that again, 40 students minimum. My elementary school was so overcrowded that they placed the students on tracks, and each track went to school at different periods of the year. Students on a specific track had to enter their ‘fall’ semester when it was summer. The teachers were overworked and tired, and couldn’t really teach us properly. After I left my elementary school, I didn’t know my Presidents nor my States, and to this day, I still remember long hours of doing nothing in my class but sitting. My high school was like a jungle. There were fights every day and the school’s security treated us as if we were in juvenile hall instead of high school.

But, there were four teachers there who helped formed the woman I am today. I am one of those first generation college students, and I came from a family where nobody really focused on my academic success. If it weren’t for those four teachers who helped me believe in myself, believe in my self worth, believe that I was more than just another number and another student, I would have ended up like another statistic–a dropout, pregnant, or worst, somebody who didn’t care about anything else but the next party, drugs, and drinking. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have pushed myself at community college, which I went to straight after high school. Although I graduated from my high school in the top 6 percent of my senior class, I was too unfocused to apply to colleges that year. And my father, who kept sadly telling me, didn’t have any money for me to go to college. He was having too many problems of his own, from financial issues to immigration issues. Although I did well in high school, I was drowning. I was a confused teen with a lot of problems and a lot of heartache. The day I told my favorite teacher that I only applied to one Christian college (who did accept me but couldn’t offer me any money), he looked me straight in the eyes and told me, “We failed you. My god, we failed you. I’m sorry.” I was confused. I didn’t understand what he was saying. He put his hands on his head and said it again. Then he explained it: he, and the rest of teachers, should have pushed me harder. He should have pushed me harder, he kept saying, even when the administration, like the countless of budget cuts and overcrowded classes, and the whole environment, whether it be familial or personal, was against me.

The truth was, I should have pushed myself harder, despite whatever I was going through. And so, I didn’t give up. I went to a great 2-year community college, El Camino College, and under a year, transferred to a prestigious university with a 4.0 GPA. When I look back at my time at El Co, I remember all the wonderful professors there, and most were as awe-inspiring as my professors at USC.

As one of those students from a difficult background, if it weren’t for those few people, those few teachers who were more like mentors and family, I wouldn’t be where I am today, thriving to get where I want to be. If it weren’t for the public education system, where I was taught vigilance, hard work, and discipline, and where I was given the opportunity to succeed when my family didn’t have the means to give me a good education, then I would not be where I am today. I would not be who I am today. And this is why I urge you, those who are still in California and those who are still willing to make a difference there, do something. Do something so that someone like me, a little girl or boy with a mind and a heart, can become something. Can become something and help change the system, even if it is just one more person who understands the importance of public education. There is power in numbers. We see it happening in the Middle East. We saw it happen across centuries and nations. We need to want change.

If anything, spread the word and repost Tom Lutz’s message. Let this issue be known. Awareness is also a powerful thing.


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